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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.